Chapter 46 Journey to Canglang

So this person also realized that if the Northern Hu forces marched south, the Great Zhou would inevitably fall apart, allowing them to rise in the chaos?

Taking into account the imperial court's insufficient control over Bashu and Guanzhong, and setting aside fierce warriors like Chang Polang of Guanzhong and Gongsun Wuji of Bashu, it would be no exaggeration to call Mu Lingxiao the bravest general in the Great Zhou.

"Hmph, you with the surname Yang, what kind of malicious intentions do you harbor? Just because you're miserable, you don't want anyone else to have it good, do you?" At this moment, Niu Lili walked over aggressively, accompanied by her best friend Zhu Qianying.

Qing Ye stroked his chin, wondering for the first time how it was that Thunder Sound Mountain had a disciple who wasn't taken back to Thunder Sound Mountain.

The elite monster seemed to have noticed the anomaly at this moment, letting out an angry roar from its mouth as a group of apes instantly charged toward Wang Yan.

The old man was slightly startled, then understood. Turning his head, he saw Xiao Yijie sitting casually in the single-seat sofa by the window.

Ji Changsheng instantly felt as though he had advanced to the Tribulation-Crossing Realm. At the same time, the depths of his pupils turned pitch black as ink, and with every gesture, demonic energy surged and karma bound him.

In the myths of his hometown, the way those two shameless church leaders attained sagehood was, after Hongjun assimilated with the Dao and imparted the Primordial Purple Qi, by making grand vows—essentially taking a "loan from the Heavenly Dao"—to become Saints of the Heavenly Dao.

Just as he was thinking of a countermeasure, the Belgian Malinois lowered its body, its four paws sprang up, and it leaped into the woods in a single bound. Immediately afterward, a series of struggling animal cries echoed from the woods.

However, only a small fraction of people went back, because there were still three months left before wheat planting season, and many would not be able to survive if they returned, which was why they had boldly sought out this place to look for work.

"Hehe... Fei-ge didn't just arrange this one program. Since everyone has made up now, there's no need for it anymore," a young man on good terms with Tong Fei said with a wink and a nudge.

If it were in the past, when he had nothing, he might have had the daring of a barefoot person unafraid of one wearing shoes.

It was a pity that, perhaps heaven did not want him to rest, and good times did not last long as the sound of the doorbell ringing began to chime.

She had heard every word of the conversation just now. Being clever, she knew that everyone was in a somewhat low mood right now.

If Lu Renjie's words were to spread, I'm afraid the jaws of everyone in Suzhou would drop in shock.

Everyone gazed toward the ocean surface and were dumbfounded for a moment. Some even instinctively rubbed their eyes to judge whether their eyesight was playing tricks on them.

Before Chen Xiang could finish speaking, the old man grabbed his arm, and as his fingers swiped fiercely, the surface of Chen Xiang's skin actually split open with cracks.

Upon hearing the conversation between the two, Qingxie took a close look at their faces and instantly recognized their identities.

After all, Chen Ping loved his wife so deeply; if he wanted to prevent her from coming to harm, he would surely compromise.

Yet, Lin Yumeng refused to let him feed himself, holding a spoon and feeding him bite by bite just like caring for an invalid.

Beast, or worse than a beast—this was an unsolvable historical dilemma. However, based on the experience accumulated by his predecessors, it would be best for him to cross the line this time. Thinking of this, Xiong Qi scratched his scalp and made up his mind.

Rubbing his ruthless eye sockets once more, Li Yidu steadied himself against the wall again. Letting out a soft sigh, he walked dejectedly toward his room.

In summary, anyone who can master alchemy is a freak! Of course, excluding Totori herself; she was a genius.

Jin Zhi nodded. "No way, the tutor even recommended me to take the entrance examination for the Imperial Academy." In front of his sister, Jin Zhi's pride was written all over his face.

Ding Yu lost face. After thanking Su Zige, he cast a final glance at Ling Xiang. Ling Xiang uncomfortably avoided Ding Yu's overly passionate gaze, and with a desolate expression, Ding Yu ordered his retainers to take the house servant away.

"What should we do then? Thirteen has already started investigating his background and the mystery behind his parents' murder. How am I supposed to tell him?" Long Qi scratched his head in helplessness.

This was not only due to the human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, but even more so because of the cruelty of reality. When their companions' cultivation levels continuously declined and those dying from the curse grew in number day by day, would they still persist in following Ming Chen's wishes?

If you have an idea, act on it. The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Xiong Qi decided to give it a try. Therefore, Xiong Qi gripped the armrests of the seat firmly and began preparing to establish a neural link with the Origin Crystal mecha, which had been soaked in his blood concoction.

Xiong Qi's left arm transformed into a 40mm energy cannon, while his right arm morphed into an energy light sword, taking the lead and walking in the front.

Comparing it to the rouge and facial powders of Jufangzhai was just a subconscious reaction. Qian Ningji knew very well that anything produced by Lin Wushuang was definitely far superior to anything in the Great Ming, whether it was food, daily goods, or weapons and military equipment. Since that was the case, why should she stand on ceremony?

Although Cao Ruofeng narrowly escaped disaster, he was too close to the explosion center, and coupled with the fact that his internal energy was almost completely exhausted, the shockwave's impact caused him to spit out several mouthfuls of blood. He dropped to his knees in a listless state, panting heavily without stop.

His mother looked at her son with a playful expression, yet her tone brooked no room for negotiation—she demanded a proper explanation.

For Yun Xi's words, Wu Qingfei was completely baffled; she truly did not understand what Yun Xi meant.

This was no longer a problem that could be resolved by operation or tactics; it was fundamentally a gamble.